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Thank you for the reblog. I do love writing a bit of angst from time to time. So happy you enjoyed it ❤
Fuckin’ Irreplaceable
(Alfie Solomons x Reader - One shot)
Summary: Alfie arrives at your house, just like he does at the end of everyday, but today, something isn’t right.
A/N: I’ve been writing a lot of fluff lately, and felt like a bit of angst instead… so, here you go.
Word Count: 1550
Warnings: Descriptions of violent scenes and A LOT of cursing. This is about Alfie after all.
If you enjoyed this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around. You will find my masterlist in my Bio.
Any feedback, comments, reblogs, asks or messages are very welcome and appreciated. I would love to know what you think of my little stories.
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Hi Lou! The end of the year is here and I hope it goes well for you! 😊
I’m thinking of you and sending much love your way!
I hope much inspiration finds you in the new year! You’ve got this! 🧡
How am I only seeing this now??? Thanks Tumblr.
Hi K, Sorry this is coming so late. I hope your year is going well for you. Mine has been great. As for writing inspiration: it's plentiful, but time is not. I really must carve out some time for writing, but it's getting increasingly hard, I miss it so 😪
How about you? How have you been? I've been so absent from Tumblr of late, I'm not keeping up with everybody!
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Hi Lou!
I just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing: Hi! How are you? 😆
I hope that life is being good and kind to you and that things are going so well for you. If by chance things are not going well, I hope that they do soon and that things get better for you.
Have a great week!
Hey Becca,
Thank you, things in my life have been great, but very busy. I am however, finding it hard to find time to write. And I miss it so much, but I have to look at the bigger picture and know that my spare time is being used to work on myself in a different way and I'm definitely feeling the benefits for it.
Thanks so much for checking in on me and I hope that things in your life are going great too and if they are not going quite to plan I'm sending you big hugs n kisses n wishes that they soon start improving (improving in a big way)
Lou
xoxo ❤
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Drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! Let's spread a little sunshine ☀️
Thanks Becca. Sending some sunshine straight back to you 💕 Some sunshine would be nice actually. We are right in the middle of summer holidays here and the sun has barely made an appearance 😔
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Empty Promises (Tommy X Wife Reader) One-shot
Summary: Tommy can be a cruel man sometimes, but YN still loves him.
Word count: 746
Warnings: Nothing really.
A/N: This is my first fic in a long long time. It's short but hopefully sweet.
Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.
If you like this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around! You can find my masterlist in my bio.
“Tommy, you promised”. Standing at the empty desk of his Arrow House study, you held the telephone receiver to your ear staring at your reflection in the window. It was so dark outside that the pane of glass worked perfectly as a mirror. You looked good. Really good. Beautiful even. Exhaling silently, your eyes dropped to the rug beneath your favourite pair of heels. It felt like forever since you had a reason to put on a beautiful dress and powder your nose. And after countless empty promises from Tommy to get home early and take you out, you thought that tonight he was finally going to come through. No less than an hour ago he called to say he was a minute from leaving the office, and now… well, he was still in that very same office telling you that something had come up and not to expect him home before midnight.
The familiar click of Tommy’s tongue travelled down the telephone line to your ear, “I’m sorry YN, I need to close this deal tonight. It shouldn’t be taking this long… but there was a problem with the contract… it’s getting amended right now.”
Frustrated, you shook your head as if he was standing right in front of you, sure he could hear the shortness in your voice, but you were unable to bite your tongue. “Jees Tommy, I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go… Why couldn’t you let me know an hour ago?” Giving him no chance to reply, you huffed, throwing a hand in the direction of the sitting room, “And what about Polly… she’s already here to mind the kids.”
Clearing his throat, you could swear Tommy’s voice just broke a little. Was he amused by your frustration? “Don’t worry about Polly, she’ll use any excuse to see the children… she won’t care.”
Letting slip an annoyed grumble, you sank into the chair beside you. Staring into the darkness outside your frustration began to fade as disappointment took hold, your grumble finishing with a defeated sigh, “I just wish… I wish… I don’t even know anymore… I miss you, Tommy. I just want you to myself… for one night.” That was the moment you noticed headlights turn in at the top of the driveway. Sitting upright, you focused on the car, but it wasn’t familiar. “Who’s that. Tommy, were you expecting anyone tonight?”
Tommy asked, “What about two nights, eh?”
Confused, you stood up and walked around the desk to the window, scrutinising the car as it made its way up the driveway, “What do you mean?... Are you expecting someone?”
“What about two nights,” Tommy repeated.
The car rolled to a stop out the front of the house, leaving you even more confused. It was a brand-new Rolls-Royce limousine, complete with its very own chauffeur. Suspicion crept upon your voice as you spoke, “What are you talking about, Tommy. What do you mean, two nights?”
A soft chuckle sounded from the other end of the telephone, his voice now clearly amused, “What I mean is, no business, no races, no horses… nothing. Just you and me for the whole weekend to do whatever the hell we want.”
You fell silent a moment, unsure what was happening. This was completely uncharted waters; Tommy had never done anything like this before. You could hardly string a sentence together, “What? Whatever do you… I don’t… What’s going on?”
Mumbling something about you being adorable when you're frustrated and confused, Tommy chuckled again, before elaborating. “See that man out the window, that’s George, your chauffeur. He’s going to collect a suitcase in the foyer that Polly has packed for you and bring you to me.” Giving you a moment to collect your thoughts, he waited before clearing his throat, “So why don’t you go upstairs and kiss the children goodnight for me and tell them we’ll be home in a couple of days.”
Shaking your head, you couldn’t contain the joy in your voice, “You’re such an ass, Tommy. Why couldn’t you just tell me, instead of torturing me like that?”
Tommy laughed audibly, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you hurry up and get your own ass down here and you can punish me in any way you want.”
With a devilish voice, you sighed, “Oh Tommy, my love. Don’t you worry about that… I’ve got the whole car ride there to decide… and believe me, I already have a few ideas.”
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Thanks for the reblog Lee.
It's been such a long time between fics, I think I just needed to do a short fluff piece to blow out the cobwebs. Glad you enjoyed it ❤
Empty Promises (Tommy X Wife Reader) One-shot
Summary: Tommy can be a cruel man sometimes, but YN still loves him.
Word count: 746
Warnings: Nothing really.
A/N: This is my first fic in a long long time. It's short but hopefully sweet.
Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.
If you like this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around! You can find my masterlist in my bio.
“Tommy, you promised”. Standing at the empty desk of his Arrow House study, you held the telephone receiver to your ear staring at your reflection in the window. It was so dark outside that the plane of glass worked perfectly as a mirror. You looked good. Really good. Beautiful even. Exhaling silently, your eyes dropped to the rug beneath your favourite pair of heels. It felt like forever since you had a reason to put on a beautiful dress and powder your nose. And after countless empty promises from Tommy to get home early and take you out, you thought that tonight he was finally going to come through. No less than an hour ago he called to say he was a minute from leaving the office, and now… well, he was still in that very same office telling you that something had come up and not to expect him home before midnight.
The familiar click of Tommy’s tongue travelled down the telephone line to your ear, “I’m sorry YN, I need to close this deal tonight. It shouldn’t be taking this long… but there was a problem with the contract… it’s getting amended right now.”
Frustrated, you shook your head as if he was standing right in front of you, sure he could hear the shortness in your voice, but you were unable to bite your tongue. “Jees Tommy, I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go… Why couldn’t you let me know an hour ago?” Giving him no chance to reply, you huffed, throwing a hand in the direction of the sitting room, “And what about Polly… she’s already here to mind the kids.”
Clearing his throat, you could swear Tommy’s voice just broke a little. Was he amused by your frustration? “Don’t worry about Polly, she’ll use any excuse to see the children… she won’t care.”
Letting slip an annoyed grumble, you sank into the chair beside you. Staring into the darkness outside your frustration began to fade as disappointment took hold, your grumble finishing with a defeated sigh, “I just wish… I wish… I don’t even know anymore… I miss you, Tommy. I just want you to myself… for one night.” That was the moment you noticed headlights turn in at the top of the driveway. Sitting upright, you focused on the car, but it wasn’t familiar. “Who’s that. Tommy, were you expecting anyone tonight?”
Tommy asked, “What about two nights, eh?”
Confused, you stood up and walked around the desk to the window, scrutinising the car as it made its way up the driveway, “What do you mean?... Are you expecting someone?”
“What about two nights,” Tommy repeated.
The car rolled to a stop out the front of the house, leaving you even more confused. It was a brand-new Rolls-Royce limousine, complete with its very own chauffeur. Suspicion crept upon your voice as you spoke, “What are you talking about, Tommy. What do you mean, two nights?”
A soft chuckle sounded from the other end of the telephone, his voice now clearly amused, “What I mean is, no business, no races, no horses… nothing. Just you and me for the whole weekend to do whatever the hell we want.”
You fell silent a moment, unsure what was happening. This was completely uncharted waters; Tommy had never done anything like this before. You could hardly string a sentence together, “What? Whatever do you… I don’t… What’s going on?”
Mumbling something about you being adorable when you're frustrated and confused, Tommy chuckled again, before elaborating. “See that man out the window, that’s George, your chauffeur. He’s going to collect a suitcase in the foyer that Polly has packed for you and bring you to me.” Giving you a moment to collect your thoughts, he waited before clearing his throat, “So why don’t you go upstairs and kiss the children goodnight for me and tell them we’ll be home in a couple of days.”
Shaking your head, you couldn’t contain the joy in your voice, “You’re such an ass, Tommy. Why couldn’t you just tell me, instead of torturing me like that?”
Tommy laughed audibly, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you hurry up and get your own ass down here and you can punish me in any way you want.”
With a devilish voice, you sighed, “Oh Tommy, my love. Don’t you worry about that… I’ve got the whole car ride there to decide… and believe me, I already have a few ideas.”
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Empty Promises (Tommy X Wife Reader) One-shot
Summary: Tommy can be a cruel man sometimes, but YN still loves him.
Word count: 746
Warnings: Nothing really.
A/N: This is my first fic in a long long time. It's short but hopefully sweet.
Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.
If you like this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around! You can find my masterlist in my bio.
“Tommy, you promised”. Standing at the empty desk of his Arrow House study, you held the telephone receiver to your ear staring at your reflection in the window. It was so dark outside that the pane of glass worked perfectly as a mirror. You looked good. Really good. Beautiful even. Exhaling silently, your eyes dropped to the rug beneath your favourite pair of heels. It felt like forever since you had a reason to put on a beautiful dress and powder your nose. And after countless empty promises from Tommy to get home early and take you out, you thought that tonight he was finally going to come through. No less than an hour ago he called to say he was a minute from leaving the office, and now… well, he was still in that very same office telling you that something had come up and not to expect him home before midnight.
The familiar click of Tommy’s tongue travelled down the telephone line to your ear, “I’m sorry YN, I need to close this deal tonight. It shouldn’t be taking this long… but there was a problem with the contract… it’s getting amended right now.”
Frustrated, you shook your head as if he was standing right in front of you, sure he could hear the shortness in your voice, but you were unable to bite your tongue. “Jees Tommy, I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go… Why couldn’t you let me know an hour ago?” Giving him no chance to reply, you huffed, throwing a hand in the direction of the sitting room, “And what about Polly… she’s already here to mind the kids.”
Clearing his throat, you could swear Tommy’s voice just broke a little. Was he amused by your frustration? “Don’t worry about Polly, she’ll use any excuse to see the children… she won’t care.”
Letting slip an annoyed grumble, you sank into the chair beside you. Staring into the darkness outside your frustration began to fade as disappointment took hold, your grumble finishing with a defeated sigh, “I just wish… I wish… I don’t even know anymore… I miss you, Tommy. I just want you to myself… for one night.” That was the moment you noticed headlights turn in at the top of the driveway. Sitting upright, you focused on the car, but it wasn’t familiar. “Who’s that. Tommy, were you expecting anyone tonight?”
Tommy asked, “What about two nights, eh?”
Confused, you stood up and walked around the desk to the window, scrutinising the car as it made its way up the driveway, “What do you mean?... Are you expecting someone?”
“What about two nights,” Tommy repeated.
The car rolled to a stop out the front of the house, leaving you even more confused. It was a brand-new Rolls-Royce limousine, complete with its very own chauffeur. Suspicion crept upon your voice as you spoke, “What are you talking about, Tommy. What do you mean, two nights?”
A soft chuckle sounded from the other end of the telephone, his voice now clearly amused, “What I mean is, no business, no races, no horses… nothing. Just you and me for the whole weekend to do whatever the hell we want.”
You fell silent a moment, unsure what was happening. This was completely uncharted waters; Tommy had never done anything like this before. You could hardly string a sentence together, “What? Whatever do you… I don’t… What’s going on?”
Mumbling something about you being adorable when you're frustrated and confused, Tommy chuckled again, before elaborating. “See that man out the window, that’s George, your chauffeur. He’s going to collect a suitcase in the foyer that Polly has packed for you and bring you to me.” Giving you a moment to collect your thoughts, he waited before clearing his throat, “So why don’t you go upstairs and kiss the children goodnight for me and tell them we’ll be home in a couple of days.”
Shaking your head, you couldn’t contain the joy in your voice, “You’re such an ass, Tommy. Why couldn’t you just tell me, instead of torturing me like that?”
Tommy laughed audibly, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you hurry up and get your own ass down here and you can punish me in any way you want.”
With a devilish voice, you sighed, “Oh Tommy, my love. Don’t you worry about that… I’ve got the whole car ride there to decide… and believe me, I already have a few ideas.”
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Tommy, Tommy, Tommy! How dare you use your manly charms to worm your way out of saying sorry. Okay, it might work in the moment, but I'll still want my sorry in the morning! You've just hit the pause button for a while.
K, I loved this. It's so typical of Tommy. You nailed his reactions/actions perfectly.
Actions Speak Louder | Pre-War!Tommy Shelby x Reader
Request: no - based off of this post by @thomashelbyswife
Pairing: pre-war!Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: Tommy’s never one to say sorry…that doesn’t mean that he isn’t though.
Warnings: one bad word
Word Count: 1404
A/N: M, your headcannon immediately sparked this idea. I just had to write it. And I may have gotten a bit carried away. This is the fastest I’ve written something in a long time. Thank you so much for the inspiration!! I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)
I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!
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Tommy knew he’d messed up the second he entered his bedroom to see (Y/N) standing at the bedside with her arms crossed and a sour look on her face. The problem was he didn’t know what he’d done.
“Hey,” he tried, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she made sure he’d caught her look before she went about taking off her jewelry and getting ready for bed. Tommy frowned at her lack of response before he shut the door and walked over to her. He said her name in a soft voice, hoping that it would get her to turn.
She continued with what she was doing, not yet acknowledging him. Tommy sighed in response. He tipped his head to the side in thought, thinking of how he could get her to look at him. It wasn’t hard to notice that she was not happy with him. Words weren’t working, so maybe actions would.
He reached out and took hold of her hips, holding them for a second to test the waters. (Y/N) didn’t resoond. So he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him so that he could tuck his chin into the crook of her neck. “What’s wrong, love?” he queried, attempting to press his lips to her neck, but she titled away from him. This only added to his confusion.
“I can’t believe you, Tommy,” she huffed under her breath, dropping her hands to his firearms and applying pressure to them, hoping he’d get her hint and let go.
Tommy’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what her statement meant. Meanwhile she was still pushing down on his forearms. She held the pressure on them until he dropped them from her, allowing her to step away and finally turn to face him.
“What have I done?” he asked after a few moments had passed and his brain-wracking had turned up empty.
(Y/N) scoffed at his question, shaking her head at his answer. “Of course you wouldn’t have remembered.”
“Remembered what?” he was still lost. It only added to her irritation.
“You were supposed to come to dinner with my parents tonight. We were going to go over plans for the wedding. My father was going to give us some money towards it, but now he’s not so sure if he should be letting me marry you at all,” she filled him in on the commitment he’d forgotten while biting on the inside of her cheek in hopes that it’d stop her welled up tears from falling.
Tommy froze upon hearing what he’d missed. His jaw went slack as he wracked his brain in hopes that there’d be some sort of inkling of rememberance of the day’s plans, but there was nothing.
Anger was building up inside (Y/N) with each quiet second that passed. His silence was frustrating her, maybe even more so than his earlier absence was. “Do you have anything to say?” she asked him, her eyebrows raising as she spoke.
“I got caught up at the stables,” he told her, his answer making her scoff and look away as she rolled her eyes. Obviously it wasn’t enough to clear him of his wrongdoings.
Silence fell between them then. A couple beats passed before (Y/N) looked at him again, expectantly this time. It was obvious that she wanted something else from him. But Tommy wasn’t catching onto it. “That’s all you have to say?” she finally questioned him when it became apparent that he wasn’t going to speak unless spoken to.
“Love, I…” the words died on this lips as he then stepped back from her, turning to the armoire as he began undoing the buttons of his waistcoat.
Shock filled (Y/N)’s features as she glared at her fiancé’s back. What are you doing?! she screamed at him in her mind. But nothing was said as she watched him take the waistcoat off and drop the braces from his shoulders. He then worked on taking his boots off, kicking them to sit next to the wardrobe before he finally turned back around. (Y/N) was still glaring at him.
“Are you seri—” the exasperated question got caught in (Y/N)’s throat as Tommy cut the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her frame.
His hug was tight, and he swayed her from side to side as his arms stayed fastened around her waist despite her hands pressing against his shoulders.
“Tommy, you can’t just…whoa!” the direction of her statement changed as he spun them and dropped both of their bodies to the bed.
His arms unraveled from her waist as they were falling so that he wouldn’t crush her with his body weight. They moved up to trap her underneath him. He immediately tucked his face into her neck and began placing kisses to the skin he found there.
“Tommy,” she breathed as she tried to push him off of her, but to no avail. “Tom, you’re not being fair!” she shrieked as his lips connected with the sensitive spot on her neck; a spot that he knew all too well.
His kisses trailed up to her jaw and across her cheek before his lips found the corner of hers. The feeling was now driving (Y/N) wild, slowly making her forget what she’d been upset over as all of her senses became focused on his actions.
He pulled away just slightly so that he could look at her, his eyes traveling over her face; seeing that her look of frustration was slowly slipping away. “Fuck your father’s money. I’ll get what we need to pay for our wedding,” he told her before his lips matched hers, properly this time.
“I can’t believe you,” she breathed when they pulled away, biting on her lip to hide her smile as she took his cheeks into her hands, lifting his face further away from hers. Their eyes met and he cracked a smile, one that made her insides flutter. She tried to act angry, scrunching her nose and eyebrows in hopes that her true feelings didn’t show. Tommy found it adorable.
“What?” he asked her, reaching up to brush a piece of hair from her face.
“You’re trying to get yourself out of this,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“Is it working?”
“No.”
Tommy pouted upon hearing her response, and he dropped his head against her chest, burying his face into her sternum and breathing in her intoxicating sent before he let out a whine.
That did (Y/N) in. She tried to hide it, but the shaking of her chest was a dead giveaway that she laughed at his actions. He clocked that immediately, his hands moving to her sides where her shirt had rode up so that he could brush his fingers against her sensitive skin. She shrieked at the feeling, squirming under him as she tried to get him to stop. Now her anger was the furthest thing from her mind.
His actions continued until she managed to grab his hands and remove them from her sides. She then lifted his face again, making him look at her once more as she tried with all of her might to keep a straight face. “You’re ridiculous, Thomas,” she told him, unable to stop the smirk from tugging one corner of her lips upwards.
“Am I forgiven?” he asked with raised eyebrows, waiting on bated breath for her answer. When it didn’t come right away, he jutted his bottom lip outwards, hoping that pouting might help.
(Y/N) sucked in a breath at the sight in front of her. She just couldn’t resist him when he was like this. Somehow, he’d managed to make her mood do a complete flip. His persistence was something that drew her to him, but it was times like these when she hated it. She wanted to stay angry at him, but she really couldn’t. Not when his lips were looking more kissable by the second.
“Hmm?” he asked her, getting antsy with each second she stayed quiet.
(Y/N) bit on her bottom lip, sending him one last glare before giving into him and mumbling a “yes”. Tommy couldn’t even celebrate. She didn’t give him time to. The second she spoke, she pulled his face to hers so that their lips could crash together. It wasn’t like he was going to dispute it though…her kiss told him everything he needed.
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Stunning 😍
Fontainebleau State Park, Louisiana by Lana Gramlich
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Hey there Lou! ☺️
I wanted to send a little sunshine your way in hopes that it’ll brighten up your day!
I’m so thankful you’re part of this community! 💕
Sending you all the love and sunshine back.
K, you are honestly one of the best people on this whole site ❤❤❤❤
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Hey! Hope you’re doing well and that things are good with you!
I keep forgetting to say this, but I listened to that song a bit ago, the Tame Impala one, and it’s so good! How have I not heard of this group! I listened to a few more of their songs and I like them! Definitely different than what I normally listen to and I like that! Is there an album of their’s you’d recommend?
Oh yay. Believe it or not, Tame Impala is really the work one guy. Kevin Parker (not a very musiciany name is it?) Of course he has other musicians working with him, but Kevin Parker IS Tame Impala. If you want to listen to an album, I'd have to recommend 'Currents' it's the most successful one, but for very good reason. Thanks Becca, I'm wrapped to have helped you discover something outside of your usual music taste ❤
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Hi Lou! How have you been?
It made me smile to see you on my timeline, even if it was the reblog of a fic you’ve read.
I hope all is well! 💕
Hi K, I'm doing great actually, thank you. I pretty much stepped away from Tumblr for a couple of months and have been concentrating on looking after myself. I was getting pretty run down and was always exhausted. And I think it's been two months well spent. I'm feeling healthy refreshed and actually feel like writing again. I was worried I had lost all inspiration. But it's coming back 😍
Hope you're doing well too, K ❤
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That "Closer baby" really hit the spot for me. Loved this, so sweet and fluffy 😍😍😍
Hey gurl do you write little drabble fics?
Can you do a Tommy pulling his woman closer?
Managed to write you a short little one. Loved this idea. I am a sucker for Tommy wanting comfort.
Seventeen Days
Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader
Thank you for the support. Please interact and let me know your thoughts. x
Tommy lay on his back, looking up at the high ceiling of his Arrow house mansion. He guessed it must be about 6am, by the light drifting in through the curtains. The left one wasn't fully closed, it had been bothering him for hours.
Why hadn't he just got up and closed it? Another thing, he had been overthinking...
Sleep was never going to come now. It was pointless, trying to even close his eyes again. With his arm resting on his forehead. He ran his thumb across his brow. Feeling the bed shift slightly, his eyes drifted to the left.
There you were ... his love...His one and only.
At least you had slept, hadn't let your mind take over. Not like him. Hearing you mumble something incoherently, he found himself smiling. Seventeen days... that's all it was now. Seventeen days... and ... five hours.
Until you became his wife. Officially.
He was counting down, unknown to you. He marked every day off, in his office diary. It couldn't come soon enough. And then, you would be joint as one. Forever.
Watching you roll yourself over, your hair tickled his arm. Turning with you, he hooked his arm around your waist. "Closer baby," he whispered against your ear lobe. His warm breath, making your skin tingle. Like he always did.
“Come closer….”
Scooting back to spoon him further, you rubbed your head against his shoulder. "I am close, Tommy,"
Tucking his left arm underneath you, his right arm pulled you ever closer. Your bodies moulding into one. “That's better, ey. I need you close to me,"
Enjoying his embrace, you let him hold you tighter. Just the two of you in the whole world. And soon... you would become Mrs Shelby.
You were counting down the days….
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Hi Lou! I hope you’re well!
I just wanted to stop in and say hi — I’m adding this dog in hopes that it’ll brighten your day. I hope you find something that makes you smile this week! ☺️💕
Aww, thank you. I needed this. I've been lacking the motivation to write or do anything on Tumblr lately. My last post was to ask for ideas inspiration and prompts for a new fic and I didn't get one reply, so it's made me feel a bit flat about writing anymore. But anyways, that's enough complaining from me.
As always, K, you're as sweet as ever and I hope you're having an awesome week and here's a cute pic of my doggy to hopefully brighten your day too.
And in case you were wondering, that's my stinky slipper! And he does it all the time.
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WOW! Another one hits a 1000. Thanks guys. Thanks Tommy!
Red Silk (Tommy x Wife Reader) One-shot
Summary: It's a rare occasion when Tommy comes home early. So why not spoil him.
Word count: 1067
Warnings: Mud??? It's very suggestive, but there's no actual smut.
A/N: I've had this idea for a while now. I was aiming for something that is hopefully steamy, without the smut. Hope it delivers.
Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.
If you like this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around! You can find my masterlist in my bio.
You sat at the edge of the bed; a bath robe wrapped around you. Daylight streamed in through the window, its warmth falling across the fresh clean skin of your face. After a long and luxurious soak in the tub, your body felt so relaxed, and yet, you were impatient to unveil the gorgeous new silk lingerie hiding inconspicuously beneath the robe. Tommy was due home any moment, and you were more than ready to give him a front row ticket to your one woman show, with a bonus behind the scenes pass too.
Just over an hour ago, Frances knocked on your bathroom door. Tommy had called, letting you know he’d be arriving home shortly after five. And immediately, your thoughts turned to the expensive red undergarment hiding in your wardrobe. Maybe you didn’t have to wait for a special occasion to wear it... maybe this was a special enough occasion in itself. Afterall, it wasn’t often that Tommy came home before nightfall, so why not reward him. He loved you in red. You, loved you in red. And you felt so beautiful when you tried it on, so you knew without a doubt, it would have its desired effect.
Looking across to the clock, it showed 5.15pm, and you felt your impatience grow. Standing up, you walked across the room, your fingertips running along the edge of the dresser, stopping at the collection of perfumes residing at the side. It was an easy choice. Picking up the elegant blue bottle, you sprayed it at your neck and wrists, it was Tommy’s favourite. And in the very unlikely event that your red lingerie didn’t get the blood pumping faster through his veins, then the scent of your neck most definitely would. Gently placing the bottle down, you heard the unmistakable sound of his car coming up the driveway and you smiled, taking off your robe and throwing it on the chair in the corner of the room.
Standing in the shadows at the top of the stairs, you were not quite willing to reveal yourself until you were sure he was walking through the front door alone. But you were safe. It was just him. Not that you could see him very well, as he lingered in the muted light of the entrance. Stepping from the shadows, you revealed yourself, “Frances told me you were coming home early... So, I thought I’d dress for the occasion.” Moving towards the stairs, you heard his intake of air, and you smiled wickedly, your feet taking their time as they slowly made their way down each step, “I mean it’s nothing much. It’s just a little something I picked up from-”
Words dried up in your mouth as your feet came to a sudden standstill about halfway down the staircase, your lungs forgetting to breathe when he stepped into the light of the foyer. He was a mess. The entirety of him was covered in god knows what, filling you with panic. But your breath quickly returned the moment your gaze caught his smile. And after a fleeting inspection from his head to his feet, you found not an ounce of blood... It was just mud. But still, shock held every feature of your face. “Tommy. What on God’s green earth happened to you?”
Tommy ignored your question and laughed, no doubt a result of the confused expression you felt plastered across your face. Clearing his throat, he took a step towards the stairs, his delighted smirk almost lost amongst splatters of mud, and asked, “Would you greet me this way if I was to come home early all the time...?” Then taking another step towards the stairs, he added, “Because it can be arranged.”
From the moment Frances told you he was coming home, all you thought about was his lips on yours, the feel his hair grasped between your fingers, and the weight of his body upon yours. Now, you suddenly found your feet slowly retreating up the stairs, every time he took a step in your direction. Shaking your head softly, you answered, “Ah... not if you’re going to come home looking like that.”
Tommy’s suit was barely recognisable through the thick layer of mud, his feet leaving footprints with every step he took. He was almost at the base of the stairs now, amused, and quite obviously appreciating the scenery before him. “What’s wrong with a little mud..? It’s good for the constitution.”
You watched him casually grab the rail, his foot resting on the very first tread; his eyes taking in every inch of you. And with another backwards step, you replied, “It may very well be... But you know what it’s not good for..?” Running your hand over your hip, you picked up the delicate silk between your fingers, a move that only seemed to intensify his appreciating gaze, but you continued anyway, your voice full of warning, “This ludicrously expensive and delicate silk.”
Tommy shrugged his shoulders, moving another step up the staircase, running his hands through his filthy muddy hair, “I’ll admit, it’s very beautiful and its done nothing to offend me... but its days are numbered.” Tommy held your gaze, his feet taking another tread upwards, and the fear you felt for your beautiful red lingerie became tainted with anticipation, your cheeks flushing with heat when he announced, “I’m more interested in what lies beneath.” You bit your bottom lip and glanced behind you, a half-hearted attempt to find an escape, but he teased, “You’ll never make it... I’m faster than you.” And as the last word left his mouth, you spun around and ran for it, giggles spilling from your lips.
Quick to react, Tommy leaped up the stairs, two steps at a time, catching you around the waist just as you reached the door of your bedroom. Spinning you around, he pulled you towards him, holding you flush against his body, taking you with him until he pinned you against the door. Breathless, he kissed your collarbone, getting lost in the scent of your skin, causing his fingers to grab and knead at your waist. And with a deep breath, he dragged his lips along the length of your neck, stopping only to nibble on your lobe and murmur, as the delicate silk tore easily beneath his grip, “I promise... tomorrow I’ll buy you one in every colour.”
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Ten Songs + Ten People
Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag other people
Thanks for the tag @justreblogginfics I love your song mix ❤ Sorry it's taken so long.
Don't Stop -Fleetwood Mac
Booster Seat -Spacey Jane
Life On Mars -David Bowie
Canned Heat -Jamiroquai
Elephant -Tame Impala
Someday -Julia Jacklin (Cover of The Strokes song)
Don't Stop Believin' -Journey
Late Night Talking -Harry Styles
Come Together -The Beatles
Take On Me -A Ha
A bit of a strange mix up, but I'm goin with it 😏
Absolutely no pressure, but I tag @runnning-outof-time @peakyltd @zablife @call-sign-shark
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Nine (or so) People You Want to Get to Know Better:
Tagged by: @runnning-outof-time thanks K. I love doing these. Sorry it's taken so long to do though.
Last Song: For No One The Beatles (Album -Revolver) My whole family are Beatle tragics.
Currently Watching: Ten Pound Poms, an English-Australian Drama Series. For those of you who don't know, a ten pound pom is a term for an English person who immigrated to Australia after World War II, right up until 1975 (The boat passage to Australia cost 10 pounds). I'm not sure whether I like it or not, but I've started it and now I need to finish it.
Currently Reading: I'm just about to start 'A Monster Calls.' By Patrick Ness. It was adapted into a film in 2016, which I haven't seen. I'm told I'm going to need some tissues. The story idea was conceived by author, Siobhan Dowd, who sadly died of cancer before she could write it, so her editor asked Patrick Ness if he would write it in her stead.
Current Obsession: Real Estate (It's always my obsession, has always been an obsession). I love houses. I love looking at real estate websites. I love designing houses. I love planning and dreaming up renovations. I love browsing Tumblr and Pinterest at pictures of houses.... I could go on and on and on.....
Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it. I've been so out of touch lately, I feel weird about tagging anyone. If you decide to partake, please tag me so I can get to know you better.
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